it is all good, but there is always room for improvement.

why do I write?I might as well as myself,why is it that I breath.there are just some things that we all have to do,that we need to do,in order to give life some sort of meaning.knowing that there will come a time,when I realize,that all of this is better then digging a ditch.

that I write because there is nothing else that makes any sense to me.that there is nothing else that I would rather be doing with my time,but there have been times when I have wondered why,but wondering why,and trying to get away from it all,just never seems to be the right answer.